Bittersweet Novels & Stories

"Mr. Rivers, Henry's dying! Take him to the hospital quickly! I'll save Mrs. Rivers!" Jonathan hesitated for only a moment before picking up Henry and running toward the hospital, leaving me behind. The gasoline was ignited by an electrical spark and burst into flames. Linda turned and ran when she saw this, abandoning me in the raging fire. Watching their disappearing figures, I struggled with all my strength to crawl out, but it was futile. Goodbye, Jonathan. I will never see you again. Those years of vows and promises seemed like a curse, turning into smoke and ash. Jonathan had broken his word. He had personally abandoned me, but fortunately, I had also broken my word. I no longer loved

He knew her temper and once she got angry she could kill him without a second thought. Don't get it wrong Sabrina was sweet but when she got angry the world would suffer. After saying those words he gave her some ice cream to calm her down and it always worked every single time. "you are lucky you know that." "Anyway how is you girlfriend. When can I see her again." Johnny was her partner in crime. every time they were together she felt carefree and relaxed around him. She looked at him and hoped that he could live a happy life. ***FLASHBACK****

The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned" The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously. The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all

It was ownership—her grip tightening around the last thing she could still keep from him. The room tilted again as he tried to push himself forward—tried to make his body obey the urgency in his mind—and his strength betrayed him in the same instant. He drew in a breath too quickly, too shallow, the way drowning men do when they break the surface. At first he only tasted the usual bitterness—herbs, wax, medicine—familiar as a prison. Then something sweeter threaded through it. Faint. Almost imagined. He blinked hard, breath hitching. The sweetness lingered anyway, clinging to the back of his throat like a film. It didn’t belong with the herbs. It was too smooth for sickness. Too deliberate.

He had thought that their last two days here would end up being a bad holiday, but who would have thought that it would all end this sweet. ***

"It's beautiful. Why is it called Butterfly Kisses?" The air was taken away from me, no one had asked that question before and I was adamant to answer it. But, how could I not give him the satisfaction? "Do you know where the Butterflies taste their food?" "In their feet." "Yes, you’re right. Thus, the song is about trampling someone under their feet." Yulian swung his head to the side somehow unable to comprehend the idea about the song. "But it was such a merry song." "Because there is sadness behind every merry smile." I turned my head away from him, for the rest of the night I refrained myself from talking. There was a heavy burden in my chest.

It looks like the peace I am looking for, but it seemed to be taken away from me as the falling leaves took it away from the tree. A heavy sigh came out of my mouth and nose after I took a sip from the goblet I was holding. The wine tastes sweet, and there's a little bitterness in its taste, but it's tolerable. Well, I have read that the bitterness of wine matches its sweetness. Life is like that. Bitterness, which is the thing that makes us feel awful, and sweetness, which symbolizes happiness, are well mixed to make life balanced. My eyes closed their lids, and a couple of tears raced to the tip of my chin.

he promises and I don't know what he means, but I don't even care because I'm so happy I might pass out. ✨ T H E E N D ✨

Mitsy smiled comfortingly. “You’ll learn.” She nodded with a secretive smile on her face before she stood up and walked towards her car. Sierra saw the sun setting in the distance and recalled a poem she’d once read, “The sun sets on days past leaving only memories of its existence, but since time began, till time shall end, the sun will rise and set again. Bittersweet, oh bittersweet is a new day’s dusk.” She wouldn’t despair over the past, instead, she would look forward to the new day with a smile, knowing that all good things come to an end to give way to better things.

But she still forced a stubborn smile. “Not bad.” Dwyn didn’t hesitate. He drank it in one go. Then his whole body locked up, gaze empty for a beat. Goselle panicked and shoved his shoulder. “Dwyn? Are you okay?” A long moment later, he finally breathed out two words. “So bitter.” Relief loosened in my chest. If he could taste bitterness, he wasn’t beyond saving. I handed him the second cup. He took it, but frowned. “It’s too bitter. Do you have sugar?”